On Wednesday as I sat in traffic on my way home from work, I passed a small accident on the eastbound side of the Pike. Two cars had been in a fender bender and standing against the guard rail stood a state trooper, a man in a suit, and a slutty bumblebee. Just one of the reasons why I love Halloween.

This year, we celebrated Reese’s first Halloween by sitting on our couch eating a shit ton of candy. The number of trick-or-treaters knocking on our door seems to decrease by half each year, yet the amount of candy I buy multiplies threefold, and we just can’t see it go to waste.

Reese spent the evening on the living room floor, playing with the candy bowl (best toy ever) and living it up in her one-size-too-small tiger costume. My dreams of making her first Halloween costume were crushed in mid October when the reality that I do not know how to sew, and that I am much too lazy to learn, finally sunk in. Thus, Reese rocked a $6 boys costume from Old Navy with a hood that almost covered her “off the charts” sized head.

I must say, she wore it well.